Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Tuvalu and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Duran Duran to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Q and Not U. All the underground hits.
All AZ tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Magma record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lalann record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sound Behaviour,
Anakelly,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Tim Buckley,
Model 500,
The Residents,
Sun City Girls,
F. McDonald,
Arthur Verocai,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Swell Maps,
Joe Finger,
Section 25,
The Walker Brothers,
Excepter,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Thee Headcoats,
David Axelrod,
Crooked Eye,
Mandrill,
The Blues Magoos,
Moss Icon,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Shoche,
The Dave Clark Five,
New York Dolls,
Nas,
Laurel Aitken,
The New Christs,
Yusef Lateef,
The Associates,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Wake,
Q65,
Barry Ungar,
H. Thieme,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
John Coltrane,
Adolescents,
The Modern Lovers,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Trumans Water,
Marmalade,
Bluetip,
Shuggie Otis,
Erykah Badu,
Lightning Bolt,
Sällskapet,
The Slackers,
Slick Rick,
Grauzone,
Ralphi Rosario,
Quando Quango,
Thompson Twins,
The Leaves,
Mo-Dettes, Mo-Dettes, Mo-Dettes, Mo-Dettes.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.